Sublime

There is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road thereto, said the Mennonite.

He was wearing short pants and soaking in perspiration, and he did not stop his writing to see who had come in.

scrupulously

When he saw what clawed its way out through the willows he shook his head. Kindly fell on hard times aint ye son? he said. I just aint fell on no good ones.

said evenly. “But you, Mr. Rey Diaz, ought to think about your own fate.” “You’ll die first,” Rey Diaz said, smiling with his entire face as he pressed the cigar end directly between the Wallbreaker’s eyes. Then, when the Wallbreaker was covering his face with his hands, Rey Diaz took up a military-issue belt from the sofa, wrapped it around the Wa

Blood Meridian,

he said that it was good that God kept the truths of life from the young as they were starting out or else they’d have no heart to start at all.